Young Siddhartha went down the promenade Wearing a graphic tee of a Basquiat Matcha in hand with a newly lit Newport cigarette like the summer in Rhode Island, can't forget The girl the mischief the drugs and the rest that follow suit when you’re with the likes of a baroness You learned high class from the new English best But never felt like you belong 'Cause back back way back you read a book by Kerouac said: It's who i am And there's no changing that The financе degree’s only for a show So you can have peacе on your college radio State school only let you get so far as a house show in College Park Kicking it with kids from Bristol and Baltimore Never understood the Silver Spring fold When all you've touched has been made of gold The Midas way of Arundel old money And culture and class and Calvert Hall Disillusionment's a gift but you still want it all 'Cause back back way back you read a book by Kerouac said: It's who i am And there's no changing that The finance department knows what it's for So you can drive home in your shiny navy Volvo He said: What am i if i can't buy my clothes And my politics aren't a shade of gold Oh these consequences are set in stone Marie Kondo’ll never know Why you can buy actualization And turn it into cheap religion He said: What am i if i can’t buy my clothes And my politics aren't a shade of gold Oh these consequences are set in stone Marie Kondo will never know Why I live my life in clarendon 36PT bold